Around the corner, i had friend
In the city that has not end.
The days go by and weeks rush on.
And before i knew a year had gone.
I never see my old friends face.
Now we are busy, tired man.
Tired of playing a foolish game.
Tired of trying to make a name.
Just to show that i am thinking of them
But tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes
And the distance between us grows and grows
Around the corner, yet miles away.
There is a telegram,Sir, he
That's what we get and deserve in the end
Around the corner a vanished friend.
